C118 If they were to meet again, would the child even be able to soak in soy sauce? (1/2)
If they were to meet again, would the child be able to soak in soy sauce?
Although the assistant had a lot of questions, he didn't dare to ask too much. He asked the driver to stop the car and carefully asked, ”Then, where are we going after parking the car?”
These few years, his young master had been getting more and more confused.
”Go back and see Huan Tianzong.”
”Huh?”
The assistant was confused. ”Didn't you say to go to the suite to rest first and then board the plane when the time is almost up? We're almost at the airport now, why do you suddenly want to go back and see the young master? ”
Huan Jing did not reply, and the assistant did not continue asking. After scratching his ears, he felt like pouring out all the bitter water in his stomach, but in the end, he made the driver turn around.
As the car sped along the road, it didn't take long for it to arrive at the final venue.
After the first round of the competition was over, the next round would be three days later.
The crowd dispersed very quickly, leaving only the cleaning staff and the volunteers who were in charge of controlling the scene.
Huan Jing told the driver to stop at the door while he got off the car.
Once he was in the competition grounds, he was about to bump into Huan Tianzong. Huan Tianzong walked with anger, and did not even look at the road, as if everyone under heaven and earth owed him one million and eight hundred thousand.
Huan Jing dodged slightly and dodged to the side.
”F * * k, what host? When the time comes, I won't be able to see you again!”
”If you meet me, look at me!”
”This is so infuriating!”
The youth's expression was all revealed on his face, he did not hide this function in his heart at all.
Huan Jing was hidden in the shadows as he watched Huan Tianzong's back figure leave the venue.
Organizer?
The host that Huan Tianzong had mentioned just now, was he the host of this year's electric competition?
His gaze swept the office door in front of him, but he did not speak.
The assistant behind him snorted and followed.
”Young Master, I'm so tired! ”How could you walk so fast!”
Oh, that's not right. The young master always walks very fast, he only has long legs. He has to keep up with every step for a few steps to barely catch up.
The assistant looked towards the back, following Huan Jing's gaze.
The assistant immediately misunderstood and thought that the young master wanted to coordinate the results of the finals through the organizers. Even if it couldn't affect the fairness, arranging an extra round and a revival tournament would at least help the young lord.
The assistant immediately invited him. ”How about this? Should I go and discuss it with the host?”
Huan Jing frowned slightly, as if he had suddenly changed his mind.
”No, I'm a bit tired,” Roland looked away, ”Let's go.”
Ah?
Leaving just like that?
”Oh.” The assistant followed.
After they got in the car, Huan Jing suddenly opened his mouth: ”Arrange some arrangements for the organizers. Come to my office in the afternoon to see me.”
The assistant nearly vomited blood!
His young master would always have this kind of confidence. Even if he wanted to walk through the back door of his master's house and didn't personally pay him a visit, he still had to rely on others to get here.
Although he said that, he did not delay at all: ”Okay, I will send the email now to inform the host! The suite is almost here, Young Master, do you want to go in and take a rest? ”
Huan Jing: ”En, I need to sleep first. When I wake up, I want to see the host and have a chat with him.”
”Alright.”
The car quickly arrived at the five-star hotel, and Huan Jing rested for a while in his room. When the assistant came in, he found that the Lord Flip, who didn't care about anything, was sleeping on the Nordic sofa by the window in the morning. He was covered with a very thin blanket. Loose and soft.
He slept with long eyelashes and a white face.
The assistant originally wanted to wake him up after an hour, but in less than an hour, Huan Jing woke up.
The first thing he did when he woke up was to ask, ”Are the organizers here yet?”
The assistant: ”Young master, he came at once upon receiving the email and even brought a gift for you to meet up with. I said young master is asleep and he's waiting outside. He said he doesn't need to wake you up. We can talk after you wake up.”
These details were enough to show that the other party had come with good faith.
Huan Jing nodded: ”Alright, I'll go out now.”
Huan Jing had a very large temporary office here that he rented from a hotel. The counter waiter was flabbergasted when he saw that someone was paying so much to rent a meeting room. One had to know that there were different levels of conference rooms as well.
”I can't believe he's so rich at such a young age...”
”I can't tell just from looking at the outside. His manners are all very low-key and he doesn't talk much, but he's so handsome that I thought he was some male celebrity …”
The shop lady talked again and again, all of her eyes fell on Huan Jing, all of them wishing to become the CEO's wife.
The organizer sat opposite of Huan Jing and was a little nervous. He rubbed his hands and said, ”I have long heard of Mr. Huan Jing's name. As the youngest CEO on the list, I really admire you endlessly … ”
The assistant held back a smile.
Listening to a foreigner speak 'chattering' in broken Chinese, this scene was not normal at all.
After he finished speaking, the organizer finally asked carefully, ”May I ask, what can I do for Mr. Huan Jing?”
Huan Jing did not bother to be polite and directly stated his purpose of coming.
”I want to ask you about someone.”
The organizers immediately became excited and asked, ”Of course there's no problem with that! May I ask who Mr. Huan Jing wants to know? ”
”Number fifty,” Huan Jing paused, but was unable to think of any other details, ”It's a girl.”
”Oh …”
The organizers had a complicated expression on their faces.